Page 60 of Guardian's Soul

I wasn't one hundred percent convinced about my logic because a police officer still knew they were human or whatever, but I hoped he would see it the way I meant it.

"A Space Guardian." His dry laughter was really beginning to give me some serious creeps. I needed him to snap out of his funk. "The Ohrurs made me into a Space Guardian. I am a Darlam."

That sounded a bit better.

"And I will make sure the other Space Guardians will know about this."

"Yes, and I will help you," I agreed. Finally, there was something I was good at. Rallying people. And it was for a cause I could get fully behind. My anger against the Ohrurs had reached new heights, and I was so ready to scream their misdeeds out to the universe. They needed to be punished where it hurt. For them, that would be their wealth and their most prizedpossession, the Space Guardians. One step at a time, though, so I cautioned, "But first, let's find Zaarek and Nock and go from there."

I felt his tenseness under my palm and moved my hand up his thigh, enjoying how his muscles rippled.

"Now let's think about something else," I enticed, rising from my kneeling position and straddling his lap. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his.

"Hmm." He moaned.

"You like this?" I whispered against his mouth while gyrating my pussy over his cock, noticing how it turned hard.

"Hmm, you do." I smiled against him.

"Hannah." His hands moved to my hips, slowly moving themback and forward over his cock. My clit rubbed against his shaft, giving it just the right amount of friction to arouse me.

I put my hands on his chest and kissed him more deeply while I rocked his cock.

"Hannah," he mumbled between kisses.

His hands moved up, under my shirt, and pulled it off. He cupped my breasts, eliciting a moan from me at the contact of his calloused hands against my soft flesh. My nipples hardened, and he stroked them in tandem with his thumbs, sending delicious ripples through my core, and my panties became wet.

I wiggled out of my pants and freed his cock before I sat down on him again, this time aligning his hardness with my center, impaling myself on him. I hissed in pleasure from the friction of his thick veins as they stroked my inner walls.

I grabbed his shoulders for leverage and began moving up and down his cock, taking my time, gasping whenever his fullness spread my walls and moaning when I moved off.

"You're so beautiful!" he groaned. "So tight. Perfect."

My movements turned faster as the first waves of pleasure tightened my muscles. I was on the cusp of coming. His hands had retaken possession of my breasts, and he was kneading them as if his life depended on it. I mewled from all the bliss attacking me from all sides.

His head leaned forward, and he took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it while slightly nipping, and that brought me over the brink.

"Tharaax!" I screamed his full name.

"Ah fuck!" He responded with a roar.

His cock pulsed inside me, his seed filled me, and I saw toe-curling stars as I came all over him.

"Ah fuck, Hannah, thank you," he mumbled around my nipple, still teasing it, which only intensified the waves of my waning orgasm.

"No, thank you." I took his face into my hands and deeply kissed him until I felt myself dripping.

"I need to go clean up," I said, leaning my cheek against his.

He pulled me off him and cradled me into his arms.

"You know Icanwalk." I faux protested because I really liked this mountain of a man carrying me places.

"And have you drip all over my ship?" he teased.

"It's your mess," I played along with him.

"I don't think it's just mine, female."

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